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Christine
Poems
Mar 2014
my life source
where the river pours out into the ocean
and the forest is no longer sparse
blood when it rushes to my cheeks
when our fingertips meet
and my eyes are wet
you don't see
i'm not beautiful on my own
you sustain
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